Archive for January, 2010


Why you should never go southside

January 31, 2010

Nothing good comes of going southside in Melbourne (EXCEPTIONS, two only: dog at beach and kugelhopf from Monarch Cakes) and yesterday’s flouting of this rule got us suitably punished.

Two chums and I beetled all the way down Punt Road* to Brighton (BRAYTON, dahling) to see the Grant Featherston exhibition hosted therein. After a long, long, long drive to get there, we discovered that Brayton Council had closed the exhibition in mid-December and weren’t reopening it until mid-February. WHO GETS TWO MONTHS’ HOLIDAY OVER HEXMAS? Brayton does.

So what to do but to see consolatory cake. Off we went, beetling through Elsternwick wondering why, why, why, are no bakeries open? Is ALL of Brayton on extended holiday? Lazy sons of….. oh. It’s Shabbat. Of course nothing is open. No sugary lardy carby treats for us.

Onward ho to Malvern… nothing here, we just got lost, because it’s a big wealthy shiny suburb and we were all slummy northsiders who didn’t know the area.

Finally, finally, we got back to friendly territory and stopped at Abbotsford Convent where we tested the sweets to be had at Kappaya, a lovely, lovely Japanese eatery that’s recently moved from Johnston St. I can’t find anything about them but flickr user Carolyn approves of their tea. There we had sparkling ginger juice, green tea mousse, burnt sesame pudding and delightful crumbly cheesecake and it was all OK again. Northside forgave us our tresspasses.

*quote from Claire Hooper in silly monthy glossy mag in The Age – Melbournians can be defined by “a strong, visceral response to the words Punt Road”.


January 29, 2010

As one who rudely mutters every time Ma plants another @#%! rosebush, I chuckled when I got this email from her this morning:

Have you become the guest blogger on Garden Rant without telling me????

Elsewhere, this made me laugh too. You know the ‘Keep Calm and Carry On’ poster/tea towel/ubiquitous motif? Well, Memey Memey Meme Meme to that.


Community service announcement

January 28, 2010

Jac has a new puppy.

I thought you should know, since I believe this picture has curative properties. It’s good for what ails you.

That is all.


Oz Day

January 27, 2010

So, what did youse all do on Oz Day?

For me, in this order:  BBQ, Aussie films, beach and wattle trees. Please explain?

1. BBQ and 2. Aussie films: Net hosted a film festival in her shed with technical, creative and moral support from Vetti and her mister. The selected films were BMX Bandits starring our Nic back when she looked human and could form facial expressions (“You’re in the poo now, girlie”) and Puberty Blues which probably remains, to this day, an accurate portrayal of Cronulla life (“Dead set!”).

3. Beach: We were dog-sitting the lovely Peanut who enjoys a bit of running (and running, and running, and running) on the sand, so we headed south. ‘Twas a veritable Life: Be In It ad down there at St Kilda… people picnicking, kiteing, walking, running, frisbeeing, BBQing, cycling… and a surprising lack of the public drunkenness, nationalism and flag-wearing we’ve come to expect from Oz Day. It’s just unAustralian.

4: Trees: I’m growing for revegetation do-gooders Tree Project and spent the evening doing some much-needed transplanting some of my charges into their own pot. What could be Aussier than growing wattle trees? Below: some teeny tiny Acacia dealbata. I love the idea that some day there will be a little patch of forest comprised of these little trees.


Born free, as free as the grass grows…

January 21, 2010

I gave him everything I could. All the flies he could eat. Adoration and praise. A jaunty Spanish name. A nice humid container where he could moult without fear of drying too quickly and thusly ending up hideously deformed. But there was one thing I couldn’t give him – that special someone with whom he could raise a family (and perhaps have his head eaten in the process) and so, last night, Manuel was released on the peach tree. May he find himself a nice gal and make many more mantids.

We went to see Daniel Kitson’s show, 66a Church Road – A Lament Made of Memories and Kept in Suitcases this week and loved it. That man knows how to spin a yarn. Said Curmudgeon of the tale of the bacon and avocado sandwich, “That’ the sort of bloody-minded thing I’d do.” Other highlights include spookiness, tiny models of his flat (which the audience is allowed to inspect once the show is done), and a being left with a happy thoughtfulness as you ponder all the places you’ve lived in, which ones you left your mark on, and which ones left an indelible mark upon you. It’s on til the 31st Jan… get thee a ticket. It’s funny and wonderful.


All grown up

January 15, 2010


Male praying mantis

Manuel the Mantid went through his final moult yesterday and is now sporting a magnificent pair of wings. It’s like he just got a shiny V8 ute and is ready to go cruising for chicks.

Please, someone, find him a ladyfriend! The search continues.


There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza

January 12, 2010

The Sunday magazine featured a most foolish device a few weeks back. It was a clear plastic cover for stiletto heels so you could increase the area over which your weight was distributed and thus tread comfortably across sand, grass, floorboards, and other surfaces otherwise perilous to those in stilettos. It annoyed me because the obvious solution, of course, is to stop wearing such stupid shoes that cripple and maim.

In a similar vein, some might argue that the best way to prevent besmirchment of your bedding by troublesome muddy footprints is to forbid your troublesome muddy dog from getting up on the bed. Not so. The best way is to create a cheerful, washable bedspread. Thusly I have explained the project what I mentioned last time.

Action shot:

If you want to know about the fabrics I used, check out this flickr pic with extreme note density.